11 Spunky Monkeys

The Spunky monkeys were in the trees
Scurrying around just like the bees
The Bees were buzzing in their ears
And making lots of monkey tears
The Tears were falling on the ground
They fall but do not make a sound
The Sound I hear is soft and sweet
It sounds like little monkey feet
It sounds like little monkey feet

The feet have tiptoed to their bed
Ready to have a story read
And when it’s read out goes the light
Momma kiss spunky monkeys and say Good Night!
Good Night they echo and mean it too
But sleeps not what those monkeys do
From under the cover those monkeys peek
Peek at each other and then they creep
Creep out from their covers and then they jump
Jump on their beds and start to shout
Jump on their beds and start to shout

They shout so loud that they are heard
“I hear you monkeys not another word,
I mean it monkeys get back to bed
Not another peep I mean what I said.
Not another peep I mean what I said”

And so those monkeys slip under their sheets
And soon they do fall fast asleep
But where do you think those monkeys go?
Well they fly to dream land don’t you know
Fly up to the clouds and round the bend
This dreams not done it’s not the end
They end up back amongst the trees
Now if you will, sing with me please
Now if you will, sing with me please

The Spunky monkeys were in the trees
Scurrying around just like the bees
The Bees were buzzing in their ears
And making lots of monkey tears
The Tears were falling on the ground
They Fall but do not make a sound
The sound I hear is soft and sweet
It sounds like little monkey feet
It sounds like little monkey feet